Diary of an Introverted Extrovert

It was about 2 weeks of me being in London and I had been to nowhere. It doesn’t mean that I was keeping myself stranded in the room. The Pakistani community here was quite cool and really supportive, I attended some parties too, also went to meet some old fellows but that was not satisfying my nomad soul. I had to see London; I had to visit the places as they say in Urdu, “Awargi main had sa guzar jana chahea” We called one of our seniors who was living in this place from a long time now and literally begged her that we want to go somewhere; we need to have some sightseeing. She was so nice to set a plan for the coming Saturday to take us to Piccadilly Circus. Piccadilly Circus is a place which would be in the mind of every person who is somewhat in to the Urdu literature as many authors quote it in their writings. We gathered at Mile End Station of the London underground tube system at 5 pm. One thing I observed here in London generally everywhere and specially...

I had to go to Lahore for a day and my train dropped me there in the early morning at 4:30am (Pakistani trains follow the time schedule now). So I had like 4 hours to kill before the office where I had to go even opens. I walked to Lahore food street Anarkali still I got there in 45 minutes and the shopkeepers were just starting out :D. ultimately I got myself some breakfast and  some tea then again I walked to the point where I was intended to go. When I got there it was 7 and still I had like 90 minutes to spare. It was the queen’s road of Lahore. I found myself a bench on the road side, shoved my earphones and just sat there looking at the people. It was the morning of a working day, so it was full of the typical big city hassle. People in hurry, getting breakfast things from the shops, kids going to sc hool, youngsters to the universities, busy bus stops, busy roads just everything and everyone was in a great hurry. Only two living things were sitting calmly on the sid...

I am writing these words while sitting near the open exit door of a moving train while I am going to Rawalpindi from Lahore. These are just a few thoughts going across my mind about a thing people call LIFE . They say that life is a straight road, then they again change it to, It’s a Y cross of two roads of which you can choose one, a right one about which they say that it’s going to be really difficult in the start with gradual increase in the difficulties and then it’s going to be very easy. The other option for any one according to them is what they call a wrong path, a shinny, charming easy looking road which enclose grave horrors in it. This is what the people say, I have a different opinion. In my opinion, this life is a labyrinth, a snarl a maze where you keep wandering around and around to just see that you are at the same place from where you started. Same alleys, same options, same confusions, same people, Just in different shape, dress and tones. With the...